"John Fahey music sets you free. You play his stuff and suddenly a lot of previously discarded notes jump back on your strings. As Alí Farka Touré’s grandmother once told his nephew “even the Niafunke river speaks words”

Guitar picking sends you in a hypnotic state, like the one in which Gian Maria Volonté’s Giordano Bruno fell, before dying on the stake.

Like the mysterious spell that bewitched people of Strasbourg during what has been called the dance plague of 1541.

Or again, like the trance dream-like state in which falls who can’t be free but in his own imagination.

These are some of Bile Bear’s coordinates. Between the America of Alan Lomax and the blues of North Africa.

Born in the whereabouts of a dry creek, supposedly cold river, of Calabria region, deep south of Italy - West Coast. Where olive trees live longer than politicians, where dead turtle shells provide Orpheus teeth for blues and a fool called Pitagora, once gave birth to.. rebirth aka metal psychosis."

"A set of songs with a unique character by a player who is certainly one to watch out for" Glenn Kimpton, Folkradio UK
"Bloody marvelous!" Gwenifer Raymond